Playing Dead

Play it back for me
You threw away your mattress
And drove until you crashed it
From A to B
Listening to the static
You're feeling like a has-been

And the wheels are catching up to you
Your mom's run out of brandy
And you think she'd disapprove of all these
Late night shaky landings
Are your feelings catching up to you?
And your eyes some shade of red
Thinking that nobody would come to you
If you tried playing dead
(If you tried playing dead)

It's coming back to me
(To me, to me, to me)
You stumbled down these stairs
And landed on this melody
A plastic screen
Cutting off your sense of self
Forming your reality

And the wheels are catching up to you
(And the wheels are catching up to you)
(You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you)

Are your feelings catching up to you
'Cause your eyes are turning red
Thinking that nobody would come to you
If you tried playing dead
(If you tried playing dead)

And the wheels are catching up to you
So you sit there empty-handed
Thinking that every single person
That you meet is too demanding
Are your feelings catching up to you
'Cause your eyes are turning red
Thinking that nobody would come to you
If you tried playing dead

Feeling far away from you
Blank and lost at Union Station
Paper cups and empty heads
They ask me, "have you tried playing dead?"

Have you tried playing dead

Have you tried playing dead

Pretending they're familiar faces
To pass the time when we were wasted
Now all of this is done and said